Is this thing on?

Testing... testing... Does my blog still work?

I know it hasn't exactly been "exciting" lately... but I seem to have lost even my regular commenters. Come back, regulars! Have I lost you forever? Have I bored you into hiding??

My apologies if this is true. And, if anybody is still reading - thank you! I will repay you for your patronage by writing a post about Splash Pads today.

Okay - really. Have you ever been to a Splash Pad? Do you know what a Splash Pad is? If not, let me fill you in on the absolute and utter awesomeness that is: The Splash Pad.

Last weekend, Andrew and I met up with our best friends Kim and Charlie to go to a park with their 3 year-old and 3 month old sons. (This was mostly for the benefit of the 3 year-old. The 3 month old showed his excitement by sleeping through it all).

Anyway. So they took us to a place that they've frequented many, many times over the summer. Kim had mentioned the Splash Pad to me before. I assumed we'd go to the park and off to one side on the lawn would be a few sprinklers that kids could run through.

Wrong.

This thing was THE coolest free park attraction I had seen since in a looong time. I was instantly jealous that there was nothing this fascinating around when I was a kid.

There were fountains! And spray gun type things! And a big barrel of water that came splashing down on you if you stood underneath! There was different sections and areas! And a jaunty castle motif! I was entranced.

Of course, I left the running around and squealing up to Liam (the 3 year-old). I thought that if people saw a 30 year-old prancing gaily through the water, it might freak them out.

But man, was this thing cool.

And to think - when I was a kid, the most exciting water toy was a thin sheet of plastic that was hooked up to a hose.

Launching yourself down the front lawn had absolutely nothing on the Splash Pad.

It really wasn't as cool as this kid makes it out to be.

Friday night in the park

Friday night, hubster and I decided to go for dinner and a movie - with a little twist. After a yummy dinner of a philly cheese steak sandwich and suicide chicken wings (this is not the twist part), we headed out to a "Movie in the Park". (That would be the twist).

The local rotary club in the little village-like area where we live sets up a giant, inflatable movie screen every Friday night in the summer and shows a cute, family-fun movie. Of course, being kid-like ourselves, Andrew and I love those kind of flicks. And this past Friday, they were showing Madagascar 2: Escape to Africa. (Which we hadn't seen yet! Woo!)

So, off we went - with our lawn chairs, a blanket and bags full of chocolate treats to snack on during the film.

When we arrived, we quickly discovered that we were the only couple under the age of 80 who wasn't there with at least one child in tow.

Yes. There were eight ga-gillion little kids running around with their parents sitting close by. There were a few grey-haired couples who appeared to have come by themselves. And then there was Andrew and I.

In our early 30s. No kids with us. Snacks and lawn chairs and a blanket to cozy up under. All bright and cheerful in anticipation of a FREE movie outside on a summer evening.

As we sat there taking inventory of the different types of pj's the kids were running around in (princess, Cars, racing pj's), we couldn't help but not care at all that we were the odd couple out.

The fact is, we were out. In the fresh air. Having a great time together on a weekend summer evening. And whether you've got a bunch of kids you're trying to keep your eye on, or you're 80 or 30 years-old, that's a pretty sweet thing.

Update

I was looking back at a few old posts (yes, I have completely run out of good blogging topics and therefore must resort to reading old posts to get ideas. It's like the sitcom clip show of blogs here, folks.)

Anyway, so here's a little update on some of the things I've written in the past.

This would be the nice long post where I convince myself that I'm going to let our cleaning lady go and start doing all the serious house work myself. UPDATE: The cleaning lady is at our house right now, as I type this. Still doing her half-assed job, taking our money and chuckling to herself all the way to the bank. I have such strong convictions.

This one here is the post in which I discuss the atrocity that is the Twilight series of books. I mention how bad the books are! How I refuse to get in line with the rest of the world and enjoy the stories! How they are vile and evil and not teaching young women anything worthwhile! UPDATE: I'm currently on page 523 of the last book in the series. (In my defense, I was talked into reading it once again... AND I had already invested time into the 3 previous books, I might as well just figure out how it all ends).
UPDATE: It's bad. So very bad.

Finally, this one is the blog about towels and this one is the blog about someone stealing my milk. UPDATE: No real update here. Just kind of can't believe I wrote 2 whole separate blog entries about towels and milk. And I can't believe that people read them. SUCKAHS!!!

Today's breakfast...

...was a toasted peanut butter and jelly sandwich with a glass of milk.

And - OMG - it was delicious. The kind of delicious that reminds you of your youth.

It's like I was 10 years old again. You know - not caring how much peanut butter was getting smeared on my cheeks as I indulged in the melty goodness that is pb on a hot piece of toast.

Sometimes it's just the littlest things that remind you of being young. And how fun and easy it was at times. No big decisions. No serious worries. No thoughts of "how many calories is this" as you stuff your face.

Just pure, unadulterated enjoyment in life.

We should all be so lucky to get to indulge in a little pb and j every once in a while.

I stayed in bed all day. What did you do?

The weekend? She was gorgeous, friends.

Sun was shining. There was a nice, light breeze. It wasn't 400 degrees, feeling like 500 with the humidity. T'was perfect!

Of course, I only got to take full advantage of Saturday, as much of my Sunday was spent in bed. Saturday night we went to a friend's wedding and got home and into bed at 2am. Not usually the end of the world for me. However, for some reason, it COMPLETELY knocked me out this time around.

I got up at 9am Sunday morning. Had a little cereal. Watched a little TV. Then realized that I had to drag my ass back to bed at 11am or I was going to perish from exhaustion right then and there.

So from about 11am until 1pm, I slept. After that, I woke up and spent from around 1pm until 4pm in bed reading.

I had a full-on relaxing, vegging, lazing about day.

And even though it was beautiful out? I enjoyed every second of my bed.

Ah, Sundays. How I love them so.

Arwen the cat says: "Stop yer yappin'. I'm sleepin' over here."

Friday

Sometimes when I watch TV, there's this commercial that comes on over and over again for some community calendar thing. And right before they announce all the ever-so-exciting events, they play this little song. And that little song gets stuck in my head every single, frickin', frackin' time I hear it.

This is all there is to it:

"To-day (pause, pause)
Is a good day!"

That's been playing in my head for the past 9 hours.

Oh, the irony.

What day is it again?

Happy (belated) Canada Day all!

Having a Wednesday off completely threw my schedule for a loop... I was certain it was Sunday all day yesterday. So, it's pretty nice coming back to work on what feels like a Monday, to realize I only have to make it through two more days before enjoying the weekend again.

Hurrah!

This weekend's festivities: yet another wedding. I think almost all of our friends are married off now. Honestly... Andrew and I are going to be po' after this summer is over with all the weddings we're attending.

And for this one, Andrew's actually in this wedding. His boyfriend is getting married. (His hetero life partner, as I also like to refer to him). (Man friends. They're odd creatures at times.) Which means, in addition to the fun and merriment of weddings in general, I get the added pleasure of ogling the hubster, all done up nice in his sexy duds. Mmmm... hubster.

Anyway, so only 2 days to go. Then another wedding. Will be getting much sleep on Sunday hopefully. And many other lovely things associated with weekends.

Woo!